Gohan's Talent

That was because he knew the story had unfolded this way.

Goku was still deep in thought. After a while, he still did not understand what the power of the Divine Realm meant, so he proposed sparring with Gran again.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Bulma could not stand watching any longer and said helplessly, "Didn't you already exchange a move with Lord Gran just now? Do you really think you stand a chance?"

Chi-Chi beside him also rolled her eyes at him. "You couldn't even kick Gran back a single step. Maybe you should just forget it."

"Alright!"

Goku nodded awkwardly.

Seeing how goofy he looked, Gran smiled again. Being around Goku was quite comfortable.

"Goku, you chat with Gran and the others. I'll go make dinner for you."

Chi-Chi noticed the sky was beginning to darken. She hurriedly placed Little Gohan in Goku's arms, then turned and walked into the house.

"I'll help too."

Bulma followed her inside.

Outside, only Goku, Gran, Whis, and Broly remained.

"Gran, is that special food you mentioned made by this Lady Chi-Chi?" Whis asked curiously.

"That's right. We just need to wait and eat."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Whis licked his lips.

After answering Whis, Gran looked at the little child in Goku's arms and pretended not to know anything. "Kakarot, is this your son?"

"Yeah, his name is Gohan. He's two years old now."

Goku found it a little strange that Gran kept calling him Kakarot.

But Gran had called him that ever since he was little, so he did not ask any further questions.

He handed Little Gohan in his arms to Gran.

Gran took Little Gohan. The little guy had not cried at all. He was soft and squishy, and from time to time, he even called Gran Uncle Gran.